The razor-sharp Sword Aura instantly tore through Ye Xiaohai's Fist Momentum and slashed heavily into him.
Ye Xiaohai's clothes were instantly shredded to pieces. He was sent flying, smashing hard into the ceiling of the great hall before falling back to the ground with a THUD.
Having used all his Primordial Power to cast Eight Extremes Hell, he had to take both impacts with his physical body alone.
As a result, he immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood. Wracked with internal pain, he collapsed to the ground, his aura feeble.
"You kept calling me trash, yet here you are, beaten like a dog. Doesn't that make you even worse than trash?"
Chu Qingyun said, looking down on Ye Xiaohai.
"You…" PTHOO!
Ye Xiaohai was so enraged he was speechless. He coughed up another mouthful of blood, his vision went black, and he passed out.
This time, he had lost all face.
"For Ye Qi's sake, I'll spare your life. Now get lost!"
